SOMETHING SORT OF GRANDISH
From the Broadway Show "Finian's Rainbow" (1947)
(Burton Lane / E.Y. Harburg)

David Wayne & Ella Logan (Broadway Production) - 1947
Jimmy Blair & Audrey Marsh - 1951
Howard Morris & Jeannie Carson (Broadway Revival) - 1960
Bing Crosby & Debbie Reynolds - 1963
Tommy Steele & Petula Clark (Film Soundtrack) - 1968
Phillip Officer - 1995
Malcolm Gets & Melissa Errico (Off-Broadway Concert) - 2004




PETULA:
Is it a warmish, kind of glowish, kind of peculiarish sensation?
TOMMY:
Oh no, it's sort of a shimmerish kind of quimmerish, flibbery-
gibberish sensation.
PETULA: Does it make you feel humming birds in your heart?
TOMMY: Butterflies in me feet
PETULA: And bees in your bonnet
TOMMY: Stars in me britches
PETULA: Does it make you want to dance?
TOMMY: I hadn't noticed
PETULA: And sing?
TOMMY: Oh, it does, it does....

TOMMY:
Something sweet
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near
My heart feels so sugar candish
My head feels so ginger beer
(Laughter)
Something so dareish
So I don't careish
Stirs me from limb to limb
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish
To have such an amorish, glamorish dish
We could be, oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue
Life could be so love in bloomish
If my ishes could come true
PETULA:
Thou art sweet
Thou art sort of grandish
Thou outlandish cavalier
From now on, we're hand in handish
Romeo
TOMMY:
And Guinevere
Thou'rt so adorish
Toujours l'amourish
I'm so cherchez la femme
PETULA:
Why should I vanquish
Relinquish, resish
TOMMY:
When I simply relish this hellish condish
I might be manish or mouseish
I might be a fowl or fish
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish
Please accept my propasish
BOTH:
You're under my skinish
So please be give-inish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me


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REPRISE:

Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland

There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish toys and magic tricks
Electrish trains and basket ballish
Mintish drops and licorice stick

Life will be keenish all halloweenish
And jelly beanish too
With ice-cream, and cakish
And soda to sup
And no bellyacheish
To wakeish you up

There will be such delicious dishes
And will end to this daffyish plot
We will go from wretch to riches
When we'll find that goldish pot

There will be chocolate castish
With hot-dogs, and mustish
But cheers! ev'rybodysh
Must fastish come trough


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